Monday, Jul 05, 2010 at 15:10
Rockape,
I know what you lad is going through. My old man was 46yo when I was born, so by the time I wanted to get out and kick the ball, he was too old and back aches etc had kicked in from years of slogging his guts out.
In regards to material items, we never went without even though my folks were tight bums. But the one thing I missed which money could never buy were the memories. My old man died 6 years ago and although there were few father/son bonding moments, the ones we shared will live with me forever.
One thing I learnt was to differentiate between quality time and quantity time. Now as a father of 3
young kids, I never pass up the opportunity to read a story together, dig for worms, play cricket or attend school functions.
I almost fell into the trap my old man fell into. And that is to work to live, not live to work. I gave up my corporate job, company car, expense account etc for a job that has set hours and little weekend work. Do I miss it? Hell no! At the end of the day, I found that what I was doing was ALL for me. My kids didn't care if they ate at a fancy resturant or ate
home made pizzas. They didn't care if they had a SS Jumbo cricket bat or a
Spalding, and they didn't care what car they drove around in. What they care most about was that I take them to their sporting games on the weekend, have tea with them, tucked them in at night and be there for them when the tears are flowing.
Greed is slowly erroding the staples of family life. Hence, like everyone who's reading this, us smarter people see the benefit of taken the time to travel, see and share moments with our loved ones and crave the need to get out beyond phone range and create those life long memories.
When were old and
grey and shacked up in a nursing
home with limited outside access, staring out the window at the sunlight will trigger sights, sounds and smells from our past, a healthy bank account will not be worth the paper the statement is written on.
Rockape....seize the moment. You're never too old and neither are your kids. Live everyday as your last and treasure every new day with the enthusiasm that kids do on a Sunday morning. Live with no regrets because one day, tomorrow will not come.
OK...am I religious? No. But to let you all in on a little secret, just 13 months ago, I was on my death bed after a bad motorbike accident. Amazing how much my life changed after this event. As sad and as painful as it was, and still is some days, my prang was the best thing that ever happened to me. Don't find out what you're really missing by accident.
Fab.
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